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Summary: Carson and Rodney have a heated discussion which makes carson runaway from atlantis
“Oh Rodney, why do you have to be like this?”
“What? You asked me under false pretences,” Rodney spat accusingly.
Rodney’s body tensed and he studied
“Aye, I’m so’ry,”
“No Rodney I have to go.”
He paused just out of view from her office to catch his breath. Is this really what you should be doing? He asked himself. Shouldn’t you be going back and sorting things out with Rodney, not running off like some little scared mouse?
“Dr. Weir I want to transfer back to Earth,” he said quickly before he lost his resolve. “I’m so’ry but I canna stay here no more, please
“There are better people than I,”
“I’ll relieve you of duties now; pack your things and report back in an hour.”
“I’m sorry Rodney, he didn’t look like he wanted to listen, and permission denied, you are to stay here on Atlantis,”
“Earth? He went to Earth? Great, just great, he’ll never come back now. He’ll do all that he can to stay away; he’s just as scared as the day he sat in the command chair and set a drone on Lt. Colonel Sheppard and General O’Neill.”
“Be that as it may he needs the time alone,”
Rodney rolled his eyes with frustration. “Oh please, tell me you are not serious, just friends? We ain’t been ‘friends’ for some time now.”
“You two? A couple?”
“Yes a couple, what else would we be?” Even after everything that had happened on Atlantis, he was still amazed by the blindness of his colleagues.
“I’m insulted at that accusation,” Rodney huffed. Why did everyone always blame him? “It wasn’t me this time, actually.
On the other side of the gate
Daniel Jackson was on the next bed along having stitches removed. He lent around the nurse and gave
“Got stabbed off world, a native planet… oh you mean yourself? You came through the gate and passed out. I’m sure they’ll let you out soon.” With that the nurse indicated that she was finished with Daniel’s stitches. He smiled again and excused himself to go and write his report, leaving
A few hours had passed before he woke again. A doctor was signing off his chart and nodded when he asked about releasing him from the infirmary. “Major General Landry is waiting for you,” she said before leaving.
“Dr Beckett welcome, how you feeling?” the Major General asked politely.
“Better, thank you. Not sure why it happened; maybe I need this holiday more than I thought.”
Major General Landry smiled wryly and continued, “Dr Weir explained in a brief transmission that you would be coming and that to ask exactly where you are planning to go, if you have any plans?”
Major Colonel Landry studied the doctor’s face. “I’m unsure of your predicament Dr Beckett, although I will get Walter to organise transport and will disclose your location only to Dr Weir.”
Back on Atlantis Rodney had talked to Dr Weir for just ten minutes when he realised that her eyes seemed to have glazed over. “Am I boring you?” he asked pointedly.
She snapped up quickly and smiled encouragingly. “No Rodney of course not. Please, continue.”
Rodney sighed angrily but carried on. “So Carson and I have been a couple for three years, but when
“I don’t know Rodney,” she said calmly. “You are right, this is unlike
“Rodney,” despite the seriousness of the situation,
Rodney pouted. “Fine if you don’t send me home soon I’ll strike, I swear, I’ll strike or… or… I’ll quit! Yeah I’ll quit then you would have to send me home.” He folded his arms in deviance as he watched
“Rodney be serious, they’re harsh actions even for you. You’d miss this place too much and you know it.” Despite his dejected expression
Rodney didn’t answer. Instead he rose from the chair and left without being dismissed. He ignored everybody as he marched passed and even ignored
Rodney scrambled for his headpiece and threw it at the wall. “No! I want him, I need to be with him now!” he said aloud, not caring who heard him. He continued towards his room; his anger had hit extreme as, when he finally reached his quarters, he began to rip apart his room. He cleared his desk of paper before throwing his precious doctorates across the room, causing the protective glass to smash. “Damn you Carson! Damn you!” he screamed. He walked across the broken glass, his boots crunching and pushing the glass further into the floor; he entered the bathroom and starred at himself in the mirror. His forehead was pale and creased his eyes bloodshot and his mouth was curled in anger. Finally, his fists clenched, he hit the mirror in frustration. It shattered; the pieces of the mirror causing Rodney’s knuckles to bleed as the skin covering them were torn. Rodney’s destructive path continued unabated as he threw his laptop across the room and he overturned his table and chair.
Footsteps could be heard as John Sheppard arrived to try and calm down his friend, but in his rage Rodney could see nothing but
“Infirmary this is Sheppard, medical attention required urgently and security to send two men to Dr McKay’s room.”
John stepped closer to Rodney, holding his hands out to try and calm him down. “Rodney, come on, I know you’re unhappy he’s gone but what you think he’ll do when he hears about this?”
Rodney just glared at John. “Don’t you dare mention him,” he spat, “I want him back but… no, and he has to run away and left me! I knew it would happen someday but not yet.”
John could not believe what he was hearing. “You think he’ll come back if you destroy yourself? Way to lay the guilt on him Rodney, that is low,” he said, shaking his head.
Rodney grabbed his chair and looked ready to throw it at John. “Rodney!” John enunciated his name. By now the guards and the nurse with the sedative had arrived. John took the needle off her. “I’ll do it,” he said quietly, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” He didn’t think he’d ever have to say that about his friend. He motioned the guards to move closer to Rodney. Before the scientist realised what was going on the guards had a hold of his arms, forcing him to drop the chair. Then John edged forward.
“No John please, I’ll stop… see good Rodney. I don’t want to be alone, please plea…” Rodney’s head fell forward as the sedative took effect. They carried him on a gurney to the infirmary and strapped him down in a private area; Rodney was hopefully knocked out for a few hours.
“Sheppard to Weir.”
“Go on John.”
“Rodney is in the infirmary. He’s sedated and secured so hopefully he won’t be any more trouble. Have we heard from major General Landry?”
“Yes John, he reported a few minutes ago.
“Yes some Astrobiology conference,” Weir answered. “I have explained Rodney’s situation and if he is any more trouble Major General Landry wants him sent to Earth where he will be placed under house arrest; not that he doesn’t trust us or anything,” she added quickly, although she didn’t sound to happy about it.
“No of course not. Maybe Rodney should try meditation with Teyla or anger management with Heightmeyer.”
“John I know Rodney’s temper can flare but anger management? He wouldn’t hurt anyone, but I’m worried he will hurt himself, and what will he do just so he can go and see
“Whatever happens I’ll check on Rodney later and keep an eye on him. Sheppard out.”
As Rodney lay there, heavily sedated, his thoughts spiralled. Did
His memory merged into the next: his first date in some random science lab he’d discovered a few weeks previously. Their first night together was spent curled up in one another; the soft touch of the doctor’s hand dancing along Rodney’s body, and ended with them both falling asleep together. Rodney had been embarrassed that he just wanted the company rather than the sex, but
Rodney’s body tossed and turned and a light sweat began to appear. In a short space of time it had spiralled into a fever. The nurse looked confused as she took his temperature: 102.5 and rising. How could he have developed something so fast? It was times like these that she wished
“Dr Jacobs to Dr Weir.”
“We have a problem; Dr McKay has developed a strong fever in the space of an hour. He must have already had the pathogen in his system when he was sedated.”
“Do what you can. Report back if he gets worse.”
The nurse injected McKay with a mild painkiller, began an IV just in case, and repeatedly checked his vitals every half hour.
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